I´m sitting here looking at this old canvas
And the picture looks so different from you
Yes it does, yes it does
Maybe it´s time to go back to the drawing board
Cause it´s likely that the man I drew is fictional

It´s possible I dream such a thing that´s so far away
And the flame that you bring is warming up
It´s possible we all want a dream that´s so far away
And my white picket dreams are home enough

I´m lying in the dark but it´s pitch bright
Cause this yellow in my soul and it raise, it brings me hope
I figured I´d be married young with two off springs
But this timing and me don´t wait for you to carry on

So I wait for the day for the day
When this frame shows a face gives a name and you say
That you will it´s your will we can build we can still see it

It´s possible I dream such a thing that´s so far away
And the flame that you bring is warming up
It´s possible we all want a dream that´s so far away
And my white picket dreams are home enough

And you know I want that baby
What you do keep on bringing me joy
And you know we´ll have that baby
I give you that picture hun and so much more
And you know I want that baby
And you know we´ll have that baby
That white picket dream we´ll paint it
The house on the hills with our name on the door
And you know I want that baby
And you know we´ll have that baby
That white picket dream of mine will show me how it was in no time

It´s possible I dream such a thing that´s so far away
And the flame that you bring is warming up
It´s possible we all want a dream that´s so far away
And my white picket dreams are home enough